I love fresh basil but I hate paying for it at the store. In Kansas City, I had the perfect spot to grow basil—it got plenty of sun and was out of the wind. Growing basil in Boston will be a very different experience and I’m not at all confident we’ll succeed. In the same vein, Kent loves
rock roses and those also adore lots of sun. I wouldn’t describe our patio as sunny—we have moss growing freely on the bricks. But I’m willing to try with both plants.
Before Kent and I headed out this morning for errands, I snapped this picture of the boys cuddling on the cat perch. When they do stuff like that, I forget about noisy antics of the night before. Although when we got home this afternoon, I found the flash light from the cabinet under the kitchen sink out on the floor. No doubt Wally needed for something.
I love fresh basil but I hate paying for it at the store. In Kansas City, I had the perfect spot to grow basil—it got plenty of sun and was out of the wind. Growing basil in Boston will be a very different experience and I’m not at all confident we’ll succeed. In the same vein, Kent loves rock roses and those also adore lots of sun. I wouldn’t describe our patio as sunny—we have moss growing freely on the bricks. But I’m willing to try with both plants.
Before Kent and I headed out this morning for errands, I snapped this picture of the boys cuddling on the cat perch. When they do stuff like that, I forget about noisy antics of the night before. Although when we got home this afternoon, I found the flash light from the cabinet under the kitchen sink out on the floor. No doubt Wally needed for something.
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